I was sitting on my living room floor, not too far from the door, and Richard and Nathaniel were still trying to keep Damian on the floor. But though he was living with me, cleaning my house, buying my groceries, running my errands, I still hadn't had intercourse with him. I put my hand on his arm, because my legs were feeling wobbly. I was suddenly the only one standing in the hallway, except for Damian.
The mouth locked around the wound, and his mouth was wide enough to take it all in, to set his teeth against the torn edges, and grind. We huddled, and I yelled, Bathroom. He used it in that circular rhythm, to caress along the walls of me. I didn't get it all.
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